On that note here is the story that I wrote on my birthday:
The Birthday Wish
As she sat outside gazing at the stars, the woman who was now in her early thirties wondered about her life and how it would seem different since the death of her sister.
They were four years apart and yet they were so close almost as if they were born twins. She had a younger sister but it wasn’t the same because she couldn’t feel the closeness with her younger sister like she felt with her older sister.
Oh how she missed her older sister. She missed the phone calls because they talked at all times of the day; the cards the encouragements and most of all the times when they would be having a conversation and they would say the same thing at the same time. It was so funny; they even knew when the other was troubled.
Well tonight as she sat gazing up at the infinite darkness of the sky and the bright stars that seemed to illuminate it, she had a sudden flash of reality: she was having a birthday in a few weeks and she loathed her birthday! Not because it was a day that was never remembered. It wasn’t like she wanted a grand fiesta; she did not even want to be showered with gifts. She just wanted to hear the words, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY”, from any and everyone who knew her, especially her mother.
As the thought of her birthday made her feel instantly on edge, she had a flash back of her sixteenth birthday. She remembered how sad she was that even her own mother did not remember.
That particular day it was rainy, cold and wet. And she got up bright and early to get all dressed up for school. As soon as she went into the kitchen for breakfast, there would be a birthday cake with fluffy icing of some sort and color that spelled out, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY”…………… She also remembered that even though the cake thing happened with her sisters, it did not ever happen for her.
As that hurtful yet irritating memory played on so did the events that stung like they had just taken place……..
That day turned out to be so bad for her. Soon as she got home from school she ran into the bathroom looked at her sixteen year old self in the mirror and she cried as hard as she could. She cried so hard because in her mind she felt that if she cried long and hard her tears along with the rain would wash the memory and the pain of this day…… her birthday….. And the agony away; and maybe, just maybe this day would disappear and a new one would replace it……..at least that is what she thought.
She was wrong. As she sat on the floor in the bathroom crying and sobbing, there was a tap on the door, and as she began to quiet herself from her long exhausting cry her older sister opens the door and asks, “What’s wrong?” Before she could get it all out through the sobs, her older sister finishes her sentence by saying just what she is thinking. “You wish certain people would remember your birthday.” She then hugs her and tells her, “as long as I am your big sister, I will never forget your birthday again, “Happy birthday. I love you and I am glad you are my sister.”
This brought tears to the woman’s eyes because she remembers last year on her birthday hearing her sister faintly in the background telling her “happy birthday,” while she was talking to her mother; who ever since she could remember, still never remembered her birthday. She also remembers how hearing those words from her sister made her feel warm on the inside that day because it was cold, rainy and wet, just like it was on her sixteenth birthday. The same forget- your- birthday- events took place as well, along with other things that she tries to forget with each passing birthday. But as she keeps gazing at the sky, and keeps hanging on to the one good memory and the one birthday no one in her family will ever forget (especially her mother), the one wish…. The day of November 28, 2006……her birthday this was also the day that her dear sister passed away.